[He breathes out, or at least forces himself to as it feels like it's stopped for a moment. His neck feels warm, even if Oikawa isn't properly touching there and it's shoulder that's being buried against. His hands press against Oikawa's back, rubs slow yet somehow sure circles against the skin.]
Grip the blanket.
[It's a warning, anyway, because if they don't straighten out soon he might lose his own legs to numbness.]
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Grip the blanket.
[It's a warning, anyway, because if they don't straighten out soon he might lose his own legs to numbness.]